Thank You to all Our Vets!!!
Thank you so much for all that yall have sacrificed over the years. It takes some very special people to do what yall have done and all I can say is thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I wish I could shake everyone of your hands or give yall a great big hug. Always know that we appreciate you and your families. I found this poem and wanted to share with yall because I think it pretty much sums up my feelings.
"What Is A Vet"
Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged scar, a certain look in the eye.
Others may carry the evidence inside them: a pin holding a bone together,a piece of shrapnel in the leg - or perhaps another sort of inner steel: the soul's ally forged in the refinery of adversity.
Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem.
You can't tell a vet just by looking. 
What is a vet?
He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel.
He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whoseovergrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in thecosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.
She - or he - is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang.
He is the POW who went away one personand came back another - or didn't come back AT ALL. 
He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat -but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks andgang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other's backs.
He is the parade - riding Legionnaire who pins onhis ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand.
He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by.
He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor died unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.
He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket -palsied now and aggravatingly slow - who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.
He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being - a person who offered some of his life's most vital yearsin the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.
He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony onbehalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known.
So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say Thank You. That's all most people need, and in most cases it will meanmore than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded.
Two little words that mean a lot,"THANK YOU". 
Author Unknown
Poem found at http://www.wtv-zone.com/rfbj/vets/whatisvet/whatisvet.html
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